A/N: none.
Thank you HoukanGishi, Gwenn, Pepperjack Candy, Gwen, Kissaki, MiniMe, Fluer----@, and Rubicon (ack! long chapters make me antsy).
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The image of Seamus and Draco haunted Harry for days- Seamus's lithe body arching up to meet Draco's, his tender throat exposed as he threw his head back. Occasionally, his mind wandered further to what may have happened after Seamus unbuckled Draco's belt and sometimes he found himself in Draco's place with Seamus kissing him desperately, squirming beneath him, and gasping his name. //Life is not remotely fair// he thought, watching them together. All the more reason to continue being indifferent and just ignore the feeling that was stirring within him.
//Bloody hell. Why don't you go for something that's just a bit more obtainable- like world peace?// he asked himself. Surely it would be easier to get all of humanity to peacefully co-exist then it would be to get Seamus to like him. Let's look at the facts:
1. Seamus was with Draco.
2. Seamus had a fierce attachment to Draco.
3. Draco seemed perfectly aware of this and knew how to use it.
4. Harry was just himself.
Faced with this information, he considered it more feasible that Voldemort would break down crying or Snape would take up ballet then Seamus waking up, dumping Draco and seeing Harry in a whole new light.
"Earth to Harry?" Hermione called.
"What?" he asked.
"You looked like-"
"I hate him!" Seamus snarled, storming into the common room.
"What else is new?" Ron muttered as Seamus swept up the stairs. Harry stared after Seamus, a vague sensation of worry permeating his usual mantle of discontent.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.
"I'm just worried about him," Harry replied.
"He and Malfoy go through this all the time," Ron said.
"I think it's different this time. You guys finish up. I'm going to go check on him."
"Suit yourself, but you're wasting your time," Ron sighed.
Seamus slammed the door behind him. He was literally seeing red, but that could have been that everything in the dorm was hung with red velvet. He hated Draco and he hated Pansy- that miserable wretch! He so longed to give her a good throttling.
"Seamus? Are you -" Harry stopped abruptly in the face of Seamus's fury.
"Am I alright?" Seamus gave a derisive snort. "No, I am not alright. I'm about as far from 'Alright' as one can get and more in the neighborhood of 'Completely Fucked Up'."
"Is it as bad as all that?"
"It's always as bad as all that, Harry."
"What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it now."
"Then I'll leave you."
"No, don't. I don't want to be alone right now."
Seamus sunk down on his bed and Harry sat beside him, feeling fantastically awkward. Consoling people was not his domain and he didn't know how to go about it. He felt that it would be appropriate for him to put an arm around Seamus or something similar, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The temptation to touch him was so strong, but he was afraid of crossing a line- a soft noise caught his attention. Seamus was crying. Hot, angry tears rolled down his cheeks. Without thinking, Harry brushed them away and gathered Seamus to him. The simple gesture seemed to undo Seamus and the tears started to come in earnest.
Harry sat with his arms around him trying to resist the urge to kiss the back of Seamus's neck and ignore the heat radiating off Seamus as it burned through his robes. Then Seamus looked up at him. "Why are you here?" Seamus asked quietly.
"You asked me to stay."
"No, I mean why did you come up here in the first place? Why you and not Dean or Ron or Neville?"
"I was worried about you," Harry confessed. Seamus smiled.
"Now why would you trouble yourself over little ol' me?" he inquired, lowering his lashes.
"Because I happen to like little ol' you."
"How much do you like me, Harry?" Seamus asked, straddling Harry. The blood rose to Harry's cheeks. God, Seamus was right where he wanted him to be, so close. Seamus shifted his weight just a little...but no. Harry couldn't go through with this.
"Enough to stop you when I know that you're going to regret this later," he sighed, rising to his feet.
"What makes you say that?"
"Seamus, I'm not Draco."
"I know that."
"And you'll hate me for it in the morning. I don't think I could deal with that right now. I won't play Charles Hamilton to your Scarlett." With that, he exited, leaving a slightly disappointed Seamus to wonder when Harry had seen or read "Gone with the Wind."
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Comments, crticism, threats welcome! Just put them all in a review so that I can be cheery later, k?
Love,
j. silver
Thank you HoukanGishi, Gwenn, Pepperjack Candy, Gwen, Kissaki, MiniMe, Fluer----@, and Rubicon (ack! long chapters make me antsy).
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The image of Seamus and Draco haunted Harry for days- Seamus's lithe body arching up to meet Draco's, his tender throat exposed as he threw his head back. Occasionally, his mind wandered further to what may have happened after Seamus unbuckled Draco's belt and sometimes he found himself in Draco's place with Seamus kissing him desperately, squirming beneath him, and gasping his name. //Life is not remotely fair// he thought, watching them together. All the more reason to continue being indifferent and just ignore the feeling that was stirring within him.
//Bloody hell. Why don't you go for something that's just a bit more obtainable- like world peace?// he asked himself. Surely it would be easier to get all of humanity to peacefully co-exist then it would be to get Seamus to like him. Let's look at the facts:
1. Seamus was with Draco.
2. Seamus had a fierce attachment to Draco.
3. Draco seemed perfectly aware of this and knew how to use it.
4. Harry was just himself.
Faced with this information, he considered it more feasible that Voldemort would break down crying or Snape would take up ballet then Seamus waking up, dumping Draco and seeing Harry in a whole new light.
"Earth to Harry?" Hermione called.
"What?" he asked.
"You looked like-"
"I hate him!" Seamus snarled, storming into the common room.
"What else is new?" Ron muttered as Seamus swept up the stairs. Harry stared after Seamus, a vague sensation of worry permeating his usual mantle of discontent.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.
"I'm just worried about him," Harry replied.
"He and Malfoy go through this all the time," Ron said.
"I think it's different this time. You guys finish up. I'm going to go check on him."
"Suit yourself, but you're wasting your time," Ron sighed.
Seamus slammed the door behind him. He was literally seeing red, but that could have been that everything in the dorm was hung with red velvet. He hated Draco and he hated Pansy- that miserable wretch! He so longed to give her a good throttling.
"Seamus? Are you -" Harry stopped abruptly in the face of Seamus's fury.
"Am I alright?" Seamus gave a derisive snort. "No, I am not alright. I'm about as far from 'Alright' as one can get and more in the neighborhood of 'Completely Fucked Up'."
"Is it as bad as all that?"
"It's always as bad as all that, Harry."
"What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it now."
"Then I'll leave you."
"No, don't. I don't want to be alone right now."
Seamus sunk down on his bed and Harry sat beside him, feeling fantastically awkward. Consoling people was not his domain and he didn't know how to go about it. He felt that it would be appropriate for him to put an arm around Seamus or something similar, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The temptation to touch him was so strong, but he was afraid of crossing a line- a soft noise caught his attention. Seamus was crying. Hot, angry tears rolled down his cheeks. Without thinking, Harry brushed them away and gathered Seamus to him. The simple gesture seemed to undo Seamus and the tears started to come in earnest.
Harry sat with his arms around him trying to resist the urge to kiss the back of Seamus's neck and ignore the heat radiating off Seamus as it burned through his robes. Then Seamus looked up at him. "Why are you here?" Seamus asked quietly.
"You asked me to stay."
"No, I mean why did you come up here in the first place? Why you and not Dean or Ron or Neville?"
"I was worried about you," Harry confessed. Seamus smiled.
"Now why would you trouble yourself over little ol' me?" he inquired, lowering his lashes.
"Because I happen to like little ol' you."
"How much do you like me, Harry?" Seamus asked, straddling Harry. The blood rose to Harry's cheeks. God, Seamus was right where he wanted him to be, so close. Seamus shifted his weight just a little...but no. Harry couldn't go through with this.
"Enough to stop you when I know that you're going to regret this later," he sighed, rising to his feet.
"What makes you say that?"
"Seamus, I'm not Draco."
"I know that."
"And you'll hate me for it in the morning. I don't think I could deal with that right now. I won't play Charles Hamilton to your Scarlett." With that, he exited, leaving a slightly disappointed Seamus to wonder when Harry had seen or read "Gone with the Wind."
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Comments, crticism, threats welcome! Just put them all in a review so that I can be cheery later, k?
Love,
j. silver